Scar sat in his room, slumped in his wheelchair. His dinner remained untouched despite his hunger. The pain persisted in his head, the nausea his stomach. The cramps had only gotten worse throughout the day. Then came the madman on the intercom.
It was difficult to contain a shudder when he mentioned tonight's... body count. Scar had no idea if the transformation would be permanent, or only for the night, or something in between... What would happen if he transformed tonight? There couldn't be that many people sick, and he couldn't deal with the thought of killing Tsubaki, or Rapunzel, or-
Wheeling slowly over to his closet, Scar pulled out his box and subsequently the photograph of his brother. His blood now stained one corner.
The Ishbalan felt too sick to keep up the tough guy act. Too nervous. This place and the people in it were stripping him down to his weakest, and he couldn't quite hide it with anger any longer.
The hope that his brother was out there was what kept him going. He had died in hopes of finding his forgiveness. Now he lived for that same purpose.
Inside M2
It was difficult to contain a shudder when he mentioned tonight's... body count. Scar had no idea if the transformation would be permanent, or only for the night, or something in between... What would happen if he transformed tonight? There couldn't be that many people sick, and he couldn't deal with the thought of killing Tsubaki, or Rapunzel, or-
Wheeling slowly over to his closet, Scar pulled out his box and subsequently the photograph of his brother. His blood now stained one corner.
The Ishbalan felt too sick to keep up the tough guy act. Too nervous. This place and the people in it were stripping him down to his weakest, and he couldn't quite hide it with anger any longer.
The hope that his brother was out there was what kept him going. He had died in hopes of finding his forgiveness. Now he lived for that same purpose.
[For Tsubaki!]